In which there is a party.
[Backdated to July 1st-ish.]
Miranda bounced around the living room of her apartment, putting the last finishing touches on the food and drinks she had said up for the evening. There was some light music playing in the background, something energizing but relatively tame, as she laid out the chips, dip, snacks, and whatever else she had come up with.
She had said she would do this for Ben a while ago, but then Texas had happened, and things had gotten hectic, but now that things were calming down, she didn't see why she couldn't take advantage. She was about to head into the kitchen to have a look at the counter she'd turned into the bar when she heard the sound of the front door opening.
"Learn to knock, Mitch," she shouted over her shoulder and not even bothering to look and see who it was. He had called five minutes earlier, so she didn't need to bother looking and seeing who it was. "You could have been an axe murderer."
"If you want people to knock, Miranda, you should try locking the door," Mitch replied, walking in and giving her a kiss on the cheek, before handing her the bottle. "I come bearing Jack."
"Thank you," she said with a grin, as she placed it with the rest of the booze. "Everything look good to you?"
"Yup," he nodded. "Should be a blast."
Miranda bounced around the living room of her apartment, putting the last finishing touches on the food and drinks she had said up for the evening. There was some light music playing in the background, something energizing but relatively tame, as she laid out the chips, dip, snacks, and whatever else she had come up with.
She had said she would do this for Ben a while ago, but then Texas had happened, and things had gotten hectic, but now that things were calming down, she didn't see why she couldn't take advantage. She was about to head into the kitchen to have a look at the counter she'd turned into the bar when she heard the sound of the front door opening.
"Learn to knock, Mitch," she shouted over her shoulder and not even bothering to look and see who it was. He had called five minutes earlier, so she didn't need to bother looking and seeing who it was. "You could have been an axe murderer."
"If you want people to knock, Miranda, you should try locking the door," Mitch replied, walking in and giving her a kiss on the cheek, before handing her the bottle. "I come bearing Jack."
"Thank you," she said with a grin, as she placed it with the rest of the booze. "Everything look good to you?"
"Yup," he nodded. "Should be a blast."